Your always talking about endless love
But when you’re bored,
I’m on the streets again
And I know
You’re not my possession
But I’m not your fucking cabdriver either
And every time
I get angry
You start smiling
And talking about love
And the fool I am
Believes it every time
But when you’re bored
I’m on the streets again
The things a man does
For a sweet smile
Are beyond
Imagination
We are victims
Of our quest
Our quest for warmth
Our never-ending quest for love